First we had P.J.'s Birthday party. The next night we had our Big family Christmas party. The next night was our little family Christmas party. Too Much!!!
P.J. and Papa
I want to concentrate today on our Big Family Christmas Party.
We had the party at my single brother Matt's house. Mom and I were going to go a few hours early and clean but, he assured us the place was all spiffed up. We were a little sceptical to say the least. Let's just say at his house, when you drop some sort of food there should in no circumstances ever be a 10 second rule.
Of course it was snowing like a ... well it was snowing. However, with Papa's fab driving skills we made it to the party on time.
The house WAS spiffy. The dog, cats, rooster and chickens were all outside. There was a wonderful fire going in the fire place. It was oh so cozy.
I went in the kitchen to unload all of my industrial strength containers, which Papa assured me would keep everything in place during our journey to Matt's house. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the Au jus sauce for our French Dip sandwiches had leaked into the brownies. (Crap)Well I thought I just wouldn't tell anyone, they'll never notice. (like the time my mom and her friends made ice cream with salt, those crazy gals)
At the same time I was noticing my little sauce problem, thick black smoke was bellowing out of Matt's fireplace. What could be the problem the flu, flew (whatever) was open. It was probably just a family of Raccoons living it up in the chimney.
To our shock and horror Matt raced outside grabbed a metal garbage can, ran back inside threw the fireplace screen across the room and tried to pick up the blazing log with the fire poker. Well he got half of it. Threw it in the garbage can and raced back outside.
Meanwhile the fire inside the fireplace was raging now, so we were opening windows like mad men. Looking on the plus side though, now we had a raging fire blazing outside too. It actually came in handy because Santa called and was lost. I heard my sister in law on the phone telling him ,"well just look for the house with the fire in the front yard." Poor Santa....
The fire inside was not going to go away, so Matt being the brilliant man he is ( Haven't I already established that? I wonder why he is single?) threw a bucket of water on it. Now we were all in a smokey steam bath. We hear 'Ding Dong' (doorbell) the door swings open and we hear "HO HO Cough, gag HO." "Oh boy it's Santa."
The steam slowly subsided while we gagged out Christmas Carol's for Santa Claus, who was holding his beard up over his nose.
The kids were thrilled, they took turns on Santa's lap, telling him their hopes and dreams. We sang again and Santa left. A trail of smoke following him to his sleigh.
Now it was time for dessert. Brownies topped with Peppermint ice
Now back to our story...
cream covered in Hot Fudge. I immediately noticed my brownie tasted beefy. Then I heard others stating the same thing. " Pour more Hot Fudge on it." I cried. It didn't work. They are not as dumb as they look. We threw our dessert away. Some die hards finished theirs off but, all in all it was not yummy at all. (Nana has a hard time when stuff like that happens!!)
Never travel with French Dip Sauce. It is a stay at home meal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was still a great party! Here are my little sweetie's with Santa.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!